Visiting the Tavern for the Night

(OT: Von den alten Post genomen: When you enter the tavern you do not even know what to look at first. This tavern looks more like three houses have decided to merge and become something new. The counter is very busy and there is something for every guest and every budget. Also, there are ladies on the higher floors, and dudes offering their services, exotic is not an expression. The tribal bard with his fiddlers is heating up the mood. In every corner one can discover pleasures of one kind or another. Or you just sit on a free seat and enjoy his drink.)

"This should do." Mentions the ambassador as he stands ready to enter the "tavern." "Lets see if they have a room." The ambassador, dressed for traveling was wearing his soldier's attire. A simple blue tunic emblazoned with the emblem of the East Blackwood Embassy over the left breast, a mail shirt, plate arm guards and grieves and of course his weapons. The old soldier now ambassador and merchant wore an arming sword and a war pick on his belt.

Raelene walks in behind the Ambassador in her single green dress and her knits around her neck and shoulders. Her blonde hair braided back with felts of red wool mixed in, she doesn’t bother to really look any one in the eye. A piece of decorated metal keeps her hair back, and appears to be some kind of clip or comb, it’s hard to tell just by looking at it.

"Oh, I am not a lord but thank you. We are just passing through. If there is a room and some hot mead on offer, we would take two of both unless the lady would rather drink something else." Dagger leaves the drink option open for Rae.

Dagger raises a brow when he hears the price. “Two silver, two pennies and all we can eat and drink included.” The ambassador was not a fan of haggling but the asking price was rather steep he thought. The deal he worked for Lunorth at the Convent a half a year ago only garnered him a few coins. In one night, his earnings from that job would be lost. Comparatively speaking of course.

The old soldier stood confident looking up to the big man. Dagger himself was no weakling. His red eyes took on the glint of the tavern light as he brought them to meet the eyes of the tavern keeper.

Raelene’s face shows little amusement in the girl’s teasing, and her eyes make no mistake of her disapproval, watching the girl leave before bringing her attention back.

“Our business is in trade,” she said rather directly, “My Mistress has given me orders to represent her in her absence. She has interest in opening up her coffee trade and wishes to know if they would be open to her offer.”

Dagger had wanted to answer with a sly comment, but his associate had beat him to words. The ambassador would have to settle for a question instead. „I have been south for a little while now and during that time I heard a rumor about the governor of Copperdale. What do you know about him? I hear he has been charged with treason.” Dagger draws the coin from his pouch and hands it to the keeper.

A large hand grabs Daggers shoulder from behind, turning him around and before he has a change to pull his sword grabs his right hand and shakes it. The face in front of Dagger smiles heartily and says

“Oh look... feels like home already,” Raelene says dryly, after the surprise the orc gave her. She relaxes a little as her shoulders drop. She smirks a little as she glances toward Dagger. “After you, my friend.”

Dagger is filled with a mixture of amusment and adrinaline. The old soldier’s instincts are to take control of the situation but not here and not now. Dagger was an „ambassador“ now and should learn to use diplomacy before the sword. And so, he follows. And of course, Dagger lost his knife on campaign and has not had the chance to replace it. That makes combat a bit difficult in close quarters. „Hope you like drinking Rae."

Upstairs the orc shows the two guests politely into one of the rooms in the far back.

The room had clearly been lived in and looked more like a home than an tavern room.

Sitting comfortably in a large chair and urging the Dagger and Raelene to sit in a small sofa, orc started a pipe of tobacco and continued

"My name is Ludvig Korp, and I'm terrible sorry for the sudden intervention, but you have to understand that this isn't a place to talk about these things. Up here we have more privacy, however the walls still have ears"

With that simple comment, Dagger’s fears had been confirmed. „Nice to meet you Ludvig Korp. Pardon my ignorance. Last I was living in the north, I more or less just did what I wanted back then.“ Dagger offerse a smile. „So yes, we would like to know what has happened to the Doctor. I heard only rumor. I did not read anything in the Herold as of yet. Perhaps our newspaper could publish and article on the subject? We would, of course, need more information though."

Raelene raises her brow slightly in interest, “Well, if that’s the case we shouldn’t pursue the Doctor’s whereabouts any further or we risk ruining our arrangements with Copperdale.”

She crosses her arms pondering further, “I guess it depends on the Lord Protector’s reasons... and if that is correct,” she turns to Dagger, “you would have to remember you were an honored guest at his wedding, and Sayeh as well.”

Dagger notes Raelene’s comments and does his best to suppress his annoyance at her wording. „Perhaps it would be better to continue this conversation on the road into Lunorth? I for one would like to know more about the situation."